As the last of the cultists writhe in their own half-devoured entrails and Baron Samedi sifts through the shattered remnants of the crystal skull, Ghoul fiddles with the smoking hulk of the Mezmetron. A button is pushed and the machine roars to life. In Portland, Oregon a young nerd turns his television to a UHF channel and is surprised by what he sees... Metallicus Ex Mortis So you're an anti-social geek With body odor, funny hair, and your breath reeks You have no friends of which to speak Now your mind has come unglued And your trust fund balance is down the tubes There's only one thing you can do Commit yourself, submit yourself Give us your body and your soul Enslave yourself and save yourself And sign in blood upon the scroll On your straightjacket stitched, the hermetic seal The pin is thrust as the blood congeals Your card is dealt and your fate is sealed Raise the chalice and take the cure Numbskull from the freshly interred Your servitude is now all but ensured Commit yourself, submit yourself Give us your body and your soul Enslave yourself and save yourself And spill your blood for rock n roll Now your guts are a foetid yellow slush Twitching pupils dilate As your brain is turned to mush Solo Dissector Metallicus Ex Mortis! Reborn in decay Metallicus Ex Mortis! As your life rots away